I Had Fun Once, It Was Awful

Wednesday 8th –

 
To ‘Walibi Holland’ we went!

I had never been to a REAL amusement park before in all my life.

One small, piddly ride at an exhibition or fair kind of deal maybe but no legit rides so that was my birthday wish πŸ˜‰

A forty minute drive got us there around 11:30 and we began the days adventures πŸ—ΊπŸ˜ŠπŸŽ’

First up was the Ferris wheel, so thrilling πŸ˜‰  


But we decided we should go on it just to say we did as well as to see the whole park from the bird’s eye view.

Our next ride was to be my first real, actual ride.
We walked/jogged through a long creepy corridor, sounds of mice and sparking wires surrounding us.
The floor sloped its way through a pitch black doorway and a train was blaring right towards us.
We finally got to the actual ride and BAM! The doors slammed closed and they were having a technical difficulty which should be fixed shortly.
15 or more minutes later we were told to go get on some other rides 😏😜

So much for all my anticipation build up!

Finally we were able to get on some working ones and they were fun ☺️
Mike had been before but he decided he couldn’t handle the ones that make your stomach drop as easily as he could before.
That was fine with me as I did not technically ‘enjoy’ those either 😜

The best were the fast ones and going upside down in my opinion.

We did all the rides by around 3:00 and perhaps pushed our bodies a little too much.
We were fine enough to go buy me some cotton candy for the road though πŸ˜πŸ’• 

I seriously wonder who first thought of making amusement park rides.
Like ‘Hmm, let’s build something that we can go on to get super scared and maybe even get sick!’                                                                                                                                                                             I feel like the saying ‘I had fun once, it was awful’, kind of fits the amusement ride scene 😜
Once we were back at the cottage I was feeling slightly tired from flying through the air all afternoon so I went for a nap 😊 (A post car-nap, nap I mean;)

Once I woke up it was time to make supper.
Chicken, potatoes and garlic bread was readied and enjoyed as much as it can be when your cooking and eating around boxes and items strewn everywhere. 
During dinner I was WAITING for Mike to ask me if we should go for one last walk, and mid way he did πŸ˜‹

I humoured him and out for a small jaunt we went, along with Fiji who will also soon be loosing his freedom 😬

Spotted the wild roses blooming, just in time for my birthday 😊
I was born when they were blooming thus explaining my middle name.
Betchya can’t guess It! 😏

(Speaking of Fiji, I can’t remember if I ever gave an update about the kittens we found near the cottage?
They left πŸ˜”
Their protective mother took them away and left us kitten-less and sad for a day but obviously we got over it if I forget to say anything about it πŸ˜‹)

We passed this super creepily decorated trailer yard 😬  

Packing, packing, packing… How two people accumulate so much in 7 months is a little beyond me.
But then again mattresses, chairs, dressers and a couch take up a lot of room πŸ›ŒπŸ›‹

 

 

Thursday 9th – 

 

 

Pack, packing, packity pack, pack!

Went to bed sorting clothes and woke up to do more of the same.

The entire day was spent boxing up items and moving around furniture so it was back how we had found it all.

Mike worked from home and between phone calls and emails he was also helping.

I admit to being rather grouchy 😁

I can’t stand being amidst that much mess and knowing it can’t be cleaned up but thankfully we only had to deal with it until it would all be packed away into the moving van the next day.

Supper was quickly thrown together and actually turned out rather tasty.

Leave it to the random/fast meal to be good… so much for all the previous times I spent a couple of hours trying to prepare a good meal and it not working😏
Fried lemon chicken, garlic bread, green beans and couscous.


As you may have assumed, we packed and cleaned more after supper was over.
Official moving to follow in the morning.

 

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

One thought on “I Had Fun Once, It Was Awful”

  1. I think the trouble encountered on the second ride may have put fear in me as to the safety of the rest of the ridesπŸ™ˆ Too much fear for me😬Glad you got it out of your system for a while at leastπŸ‘πŸ»πŸ˜€

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